the silver moon

The moon sits within the black 
the black sky as deep as velvet 
a silver ball as silent as a mouse 
peacefully waiting in the day behind the clouds
breathing up high like a observer on a mountain 
covered by mist on a cold winters night 
always there in the summer and spring 
being beautiful in the cold frosty winter 
sitting quietly as dancers delightfully dream 
painted with a paintbrush into the nights sky 
a magical ball breathing like a gentle flower 
being silent like a shy little girl